Don't GoA Poem by Angela Talbert
I never called him Daddy
Dad was less heartbreaking
for two young children living so far away.
Not many kids could say
“My Dad is a fireman,
a fire chief, a real life hero”.
Still many had Christmas and birthdays,
we had mail and you cannot hug mail.
Still I knew he loved us,
My brother and me
and we loved him as if he was always
with us.
Days turned to years
siren strained tears
dried with age.
When they broke the news,
it was a beautiful day,
like nothing was looming.
They invited us over for pizza
Pizza…
they told us he had pancreatic cancer
that he would be
retiring early…
the meaning of those words
lingered...
took a while for me to figure out.
Six months I mourned the man
I needed desperately
memories
like old home movies
played over and over.
Don’t go!
My silent screams echoed into outer space
still though,
time ripped him away
stole my “Daddy”.
I realized too late,
so many things.
The day he died
it was a beautiful day...
like nothing was looming.
The sun streamed in
on his face,
I held his hand
in place,
whispered
“it’s ok Dad”
as he let go
of me
again.
© 2008 Angela TalbertReviews
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